And with that, the older, more considerably away man
stepped off the side, and was never heard from again.
Too bad it seemed, that the torchbearers would
(having not picked up them habit themselves, mind you)
have to walk miles until finding a light,
to beg borrow of, until morning.
And worse still, that once the umber dancer of their handles spoke,
it had little more to say then "Nevermore".
But the meat's still good, and the water's clean
and the dogs don't bite, and all the cars start
and the parents set great examples for them or us,
or moreover, because of.
And with your lips apart by exhalation alone,
and your eyes sinking,
it seems we will gladly follow the floodlight's example
and turn off when we are no longer needed.
Having been lost in the woods,
the children returned and asked for cakes and candy,
and Father gave them a map.
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